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Chapter 1326: Samurai of the Land of Iron, Please Give Me Your Guidance!
Sometimes, the gap between people is often greater than the gap between people and dogs.
Rory Mercury could slaughter hundreds of Kabane as easily as slicing melons and vegetables.
That doesn't mean other contestants could do the same.
In the fighting world of the Demon Slayer World, Imy Lichtenfeld, known as 'Master' for pioneering Krav Maga.
He was currently driving a heavy motorcycle at full speed while holding a 'TAR-21 Bullpup Assault Rifle' from the Nuclear World in one hand, continuously firing at the living dead chasing behind him.
From time to time, he would bite off the pin with his teeth, throw out a grenade, and let a surging explosion erupt behind him.
His mood right now was a mix of anger and helplessness, and he felt despair about his results in this competition.
Everything was completely different from the direction he had anticipated.
With his current strength and the various modern firearms on him, a small number of Kabane actually didn't pose much of a threat.
Things did go relatively smoothly at first, as he killed several wandering Kabane one after another.
But before he could be happy for long, he discovered that a large number of monsters were approaching him from multiple directions.
Yes, it wasn't just Kabane; any monster nearby that heard the commotion came over.
Master Yimi wasn't stupid; he immediately understood that this was caused by the gunshot.
But since the matter had come to this, he could only quickly get on his motorcycle and choose to leave this zone.
He also realized that in this Reincarnation Paradise, where monsters were everywhere, firearms might truly not be as useful as cold weapons.
The gunshot was simply too loud and could travel over a particularly large range.
If his strength was strong enough to deal with them, it might be a good thing, after all, these were all points.
But unfortunately, he didn't have that strength.
He might be able to handle ten or even dozens.
But for hundreds, or even thousands, he had no method.
So staying in the original spot would only mean waiting for death.
It was better to grit his teeth and use the motorcycle's mobility to continuously kill the monsters that were chasing him.
Facts proved that the effect was indeed good; in just a short time, he had already harvested over two hundred points.
However, Master Yimi understood clearly that this situation wouldn't last long.
Both the motorcycle's gasoline and the firearms' ammunition were limited.
Whichever ran out first, he would be facing huge challenges.
Unless he could find the supply point mentioned by the Competition Organizing Department before the competition.
It was said that there were supplies prepared for them, such as gasoline, first aid kits, food, and clean water.
As for ammunition, it would not be provided.
Because the Top 100 Competition valued individual combat power and did not encourage contestants to bring firearms.
In this situation, not prohibiting them from carrying guns was already being polite enough, so how could they possibly replenish their ammunition?
Therefore, the firearms carried by Yimi and others had to be discarded once they were used up.
As for how long they could be used, that depended on the situation.
However, guns, grenades, and rocket launchers all made a lot of commotion.
Basically, using them even once would attract a large number of monsters, so it was difficult to conserve them even if he wanted to.
Unless he only focused on running and didn't bother killing monsters.
But then, how could he get points?
"Damn it, I must shake them off before the ammunition runs out!"
Master Yimi calculated his ammunition, gritting his teeth as he observed the surrounding situation.
Without firearms, relying solely on the sword and shield he carried, he couldn't possibly block so many monsters.
However, misfortunes never come alone; the more urgent the time, the more likely accidents are to descend.
A griffon with a large body size, brown-yellow fur, and a pair of wings on its back suddenly attacked Master Yimi from the air.
Clearly, the large number of gunshots and explosion sounds he created.
Didn't just attract the monsters on the ground, but also attracted beings in the air.
"Get lost!"
Master Yimi's expression was iron-blue, and he raised his muzzle furiously.
In an instant, countless bullets streaked across the void, densely shooting towards the griffon.
But who knew that the griffon seemed to know the function of firearms, and it suddenly flapped its broad, thick wings, stirring up a surging gale visible to the naked eye, blocking all the scorching hot bullets.
Perhaps Yimi had forgotten, or perhaps he didn't know, that this Reincarnation Paradise was a training ground.
Monsters that could survive until now and possessed a certain degree of intelligence had all seen firearms.
The key was that it was a magic beast from the Farmart World, capable of using some simple wind magic.
It's worth mentioning that although they were both griffons, the griffons in the Familiar of Zero World could not use magic.
Therefore, the world's Magic Association had determined that 'Familiar of Zero Griffons' belonged to wild beasts, not magic beasts.
And the griffons from the Farmart World could resist dragon-kind like the Fire Dragon and Wind Dragon from the Familiar of Zero World!
[Bang————]
The fierce griffon broke through the firepower intercept of the 'TAR-21 Bullpup Assault Rifle'.
Carrying a surge of air current, it descended from the sky, and with one claw, it snapped the heavy motorcycle's metal body on the spot!
Fortunately, although Master Yimi was unwilling, he still jumped off the motorcycle in time to save his life.
He rolled several times on the ground, skillfully dissipating the force and stabilizing his figure.
Then he quickly took the shield and long saber from behind him into his hands, wary of the griffon's movements.
But Yimi's mood was incredibly heavy.
Having lost both his motorcycle and weapons, even if he could get through this current obstacle, the path ahead would definitely be difficult.
Moreover, whether it was this griffon or the wave of monsters closing in from all directions, he didn't know how to deal with them.
Now he could only hope to preserve his life.
It wasn't just Yimi himself who thought this way.
The audience from the Demon Slayer World who were watching him felt the same.
It was already lucky enough for Yimi to come back alive.
One could only say his luck was too poor, as he actually encountered a 'Farmart Griffon' that could use magic.
At the same time.
Deep underground beneath Yimi's feet, the White Zetsu who had been following him was also preparing to make a move to save him.
This was one of the two major measures prepared by this Top 100 Competition to reduce casualties.
One was the Justice Detector they held.
Magic Runes from the 'Familiar of Zero Nevartes Elf Race' were engraved on it.
When a contestant encountered a fatal threat, the Elf Mage responsible for surveillance in the rear would immediately activate the Magic Runes to generate a Reflection Shield to block the attack.
But the magic power within it was only enough for a single Reflection Shield to appear and last for a brief ten seconds.
And this also meant that the contestant had lost the authority to continue the competition.
The other was the White Zetsu.
Every contestant who entered the Reincarnation Paradise had a White Zetsu secretly following them.
When a contestant fell into a coma, or after losing the Reflection Shield, was still in a dangerous situation.
These White Zetsu would step in to save them, and then take the contestant away from the Reincarnation Paradise from underground.
Moreover, as 'rescuers', they weren't only capable of Wood Release.
They also carried various items given by the Competition Organizing Department, enough to temporarily deal with various monsters.
Similarly, once a White Zetsu made a move, the contestant was considered to have failed the competition.
At this moment.
Master Yimi, gritting his teeth, held a shield in one hand and a blade in the other, constantly using various evasive actions to dodge the griffon's pounces or scratches while facing a monster much larger than himself.
Although he looked very disheveled, he was still alive!
As for the Kabane that were getting closer and closer, he couldn't pay attention to them anymore.
He could only focus all his attention on dealing with the griffon's attack.
And those monsters with a certain degree of intelligence, such as goblins, magic wolves, and trolls, immediately retreated after seeing the griffon's figure.
Only the living dead like Kabane, who completely lacked rationality, would continue to approach.
At this moment, Master Yimi was incredibly grateful to Muzan Kibutsuji.
If it weren't for the other party strengthening his body, he would have long become a piece of meat in the griffon's mouth!
But just dodging wasn't enough; how could he escape with his life?
Master Yimi felt extremely anxious in his heart.
Suddenly, the griffon seemed impatient and let out a sharp cry filled with anger.
"Not good!"
Master Yimi noticed the griffon was about to flap the wings on its back, and a chill immediately rose in his heart.
It was about to use magic!
"Looks like this is the end."
The White Zetsu underground chuckled softly, while its body quickly moved upwards, preparing to take Yimi away after the Reflection Shield took effect.
"Eh?"
But the next second, the White Zetsu stopped, because it perceived that a fellow was approaching.
This meant that another contestant had come over.
[Swish!]
Indeed, as the griffon flapped out a fierce gale, and the moment despair showed in Master Yimi's eyes.
A Blue Energy Blade struck from a distance, cutting through the approaching gale and the griffon simultaneously!
"Wha... what..."
Blood splashed onto Master Yimi's body under the effect of the wind.
But his eyes were still fixed on the griffon's corpse, which had been cut in two and crashed to the ground.
It wasn't until footsteps that somehow felt reassuring sounded behind him that Master Yimi reacted and quickly turned his head.
At first glance, he and the tens of billions of Demon Slayer World audience who were also watching here.
Saw a young samurai with a single ponytail, wearing a grey-blue kimono, wooden clogs on his feet, and a long saber in his hand, slowly walking towards Master Yimi.
On the blade, a layer of Blue Energy visible to the naked eye was flowing.
"You are..."
Master Yimi subconsciously asked for the newcomer's identity.
"Ninja World, Land of Iron samurai, Tatekata. Please give me your guidance."
The samurai replied calmly.
Completely ignoring the Kabane that were now less than a hundred meters away, and had even become more agitated under the stimulation of the gore.
(End of this chapter)
Sometimes, the gap between people is often greater than the gap between people and dogs.
Rory Mercury could slaughter hundreds of Kabane as easily as slicing melons and vegetables.
That doesn't mean other contestants could do the same.
In the fighting world of the Demon Slayer World, Imy Lichtenfeld, known as 'Master' for pioneering Krav Maga.
He was currently driving a heavy motorcycle at full speed while holding a 'TAR-21 Bullpup Assault Rifle' from the Nuclear World in one hand, continuously firing at the living dead chasing behind him.
From time to time, he would bite off the pin with his teeth, throw out a grenade, and let a surging explosion erupt behind him.
His mood right now was a mix of anger and helplessness, and he felt despair about his results in this competition.
Everything was completely different from the direction he had anticipated.
With his current strength and the various modern firearms on him, a small number of Kabane actually didn't pose much of a threat.
Things did go relatively smoothly at first, as he killed several wandering Kabane one after another.
But before he could be happy for long, he discovered that a large number of monsters were approaching him from multiple directions.
Yes, it wasn't just Kabane; any monster nearby that heard the commotion came over.
Master Yimi wasn't stupid; he immediately understood that this was caused by the gunshot.
But since the matter had come to this, he could only quickly get on his motorcycle and choose to leave this zone.
He also realized that in this Reincarnation Paradise, where monsters were everywhere, firearms might truly not be as useful as cold weapons.
The gunshot was simply too loud and could travel over a particularly large range.
If his strength was strong enough to deal with them, it might be a good thing, after all, these were all points.
But unfortunately, he didn't have that strength.
He might be able to handle ten or even dozens.
But for hundreds, or even thousands, he had no method.
So staying in the original spot would only mean waiting for death.
It was better to grit his teeth and use the motorcycle's mobility to continuously kill the monsters that were chasing him.
Facts proved that the effect was indeed good; in just a short time, he had already harvested over two hundred points.
However, Master Yimi understood clearly that this situation wouldn't last long.
Both the motorcycle's gasoline and the firearms' ammunition were limited.
Whichever ran out first, he would be facing huge challenges.
Unless he could find the supply point mentioned by the Competition Organizing Department before the competition.
It was said that there were supplies prepared for them, such as gasoline, first aid kits, food, and clean water.
As for ammunition, it would not be provided.
Because the Top 100 Competition valued individual combat power and did not encourage contestants to bring firearms.
In this situation, not prohibiting them from carrying guns was already being polite enough, so how could they possibly replenish their ammunition?
Therefore, the firearms carried by Yimi and others had to be discarded once they were used up.
As for how long they could be used, that depended on the situation.
However, guns, grenades, and rocket launchers all made a lot of commotion.
Basically, using them even once would attract a large number of monsters, so it was difficult to conserve them even if he wanted to.
Unless he only focused on running and didn't bother killing monsters.
But then, how could he get points?
"Damn it, I must shake them off before the ammunition runs out!"
Master Yimi calculated his ammunition, gritting his teeth as he observed the surrounding situation.
Without firearms, relying solely on the sword and shield he carried, he couldn't possibly block so many monsters.
However, misfortunes never come alone; the more urgent the time, the more likely accidents are to descend.
A griffon with a large body size, brown-yellow fur, and a pair of wings on its back suddenly attacked Master Yimi from the air.
Clearly, the large number of gunshots and explosion sounds he created.
Didn't just attract the monsters on the ground, but also attracted beings in the air.
"Get lost!"
Master Yimi's expression was iron-blue, and he raised his muzzle furiously.
In an instant, countless bullets streaked across the void, densely shooting towards the griffon.
But who knew that the griffon seemed to know the function of firearms, and it suddenly flapped its broad, thick wings, stirring up a surging gale visible to the naked eye, blocking all the scorching hot bullets.
Perhaps Yimi had forgotten, or perhaps he didn't know, that this Reincarnation Paradise was a training ground.
Monsters that could survive until now and possessed a certain degree of intelligence had all seen firearms.
The key was that it was a magic beast from the Farmart World, capable of using some simple wind magic.
It's worth mentioning that although they were both griffons, the griffons in the Familiar of Zero World could not use magic.
Therefore, the world's Magic Association had determined that 'Familiar of Zero Griffons' belonged to wild beasts, not magic beasts.
And the griffons from the Farmart World could resist dragon-kind like the Fire Dragon and Wind Dragon from the Familiar of Zero World!
[Bang————]
The fierce griffon broke through the firepower intercept of the 'TAR-21 Bullpup Assault Rifle'.
Carrying a surge of air current, it descended from the sky, and with one claw, it snapped the heavy motorcycle's metal body on the spot!
Fortunately, although Master Yimi was unwilling, he still jumped off the motorcycle in time to save his life.
He rolled several times on the ground, skillfully dissipating the force and stabilizing his figure.
Then he quickly took the shield and long saber from behind him into his hands, wary of the griffon's movements.
But Yimi's mood was incredibly heavy.
Having lost both his motorcycle and weapons, even if he could get through this current obstacle, the path ahead would definitely be difficult.
Moreover, whether it was this griffon or the wave of monsters closing in from all directions, he didn't know how to deal with them.
Now he could only hope to preserve his life.
It wasn't just Yimi himself who thought this way.
The audience from the Demon Slayer World who were watching him felt the same.
It was already lucky enough for Yimi to come back alive.
One could only say his luck was too poor, as he actually encountered a 'Farmart Griffon' that could use magic.
At the same time.
Deep underground beneath Yimi's feet, the White Zetsu who had been following him was also preparing to make a move to save him.
This was one of the two major measures prepared by this Top 100 Competition to reduce casualties.
One was the Justice Detector they held.
Magic Runes from the 'Familiar of Zero Nevartes Elf Race' were engraved on it.
When a contestant encountered a fatal threat, the Elf Mage responsible for surveillance in the rear would immediately activate the Magic Runes to generate a Reflection Shield to block the attack.
But the magic power within it was only enough for a single Reflection Shield to appear and last for a brief ten seconds.
And this also meant that the contestant had lost the authority to continue the competition.
The other was the White Zetsu.
Every contestant who entered the Reincarnation Paradise had a White Zetsu secretly following them.
When a contestant fell into a coma, or after losing the Reflection Shield, was still in a dangerous situation.
These White Zetsu would step in to save them, and then take the contestant away from the Reincarnation Paradise from underground.
Moreover, as 'rescuers', they weren't only capable of Wood Release.
They also carried various items given by the Competition Organizing Department, enough to temporarily deal with various monsters.
Similarly, once a White Zetsu made a move, the contestant was considered to have failed the competition.
At this moment.
Master Yimi, gritting his teeth, held a shield in one hand and a blade in the other, constantly using various evasive actions to dodge the griffon's pounces or scratches while facing a monster much larger than himself.
Although he looked very disheveled, he was still alive!
As for the Kabane that were getting closer and closer, he couldn't pay attention to them anymore.
He could only focus all his attention on dealing with the griffon's attack.
And those monsters with a certain degree of intelligence, such as goblins, magic wolves, and trolls, immediately retreated after seeing the griffon's figure.
Only the living dead like Kabane, who completely lacked rationality, would continue to approach.
At this moment, Master Yimi was incredibly grateful to Muzan Kibutsuji.
If it weren't for the other party strengthening his body, he would have long become a piece of meat in the griffon's mouth!
But just dodging wasn't enough; how could he escape with his life?
Master Yimi felt extremely anxious in his heart.
Suddenly, the griffon seemed impatient and let out a sharp cry filled with anger.
"Not good!"
Master Yimi noticed the griffon was about to flap the wings on its back, and a chill immediately rose in his heart.
It was about to use magic!
"Looks like this is the end."
The White Zetsu underground chuckled softly, while its body quickly moved upwards, preparing to take Yimi away after the Reflection Shield took effect.
"Eh?"
But the next second, the White Zetsu stopped, because it perceived that a fellow was approaching.
This meant that another contestant had come over.
[Swish!]
Indeed, as the griffon flapped out a fierce gale, and the moment despair showed in Master Yimi's eyes.
A Blue Energy Blade struck from a distance, cutting through the approaching gale and the griffon simultaneously!
"Wha... what..."
Blood splashed onto Master Yimi's body under the effect of the wind.
But his eyes were still fixed on the griffon's corpse, which had been cut in two and crashed to the ground.
It wasn't until footsteps that somehow felt reassuring sounded behind him that Master Yimi reacted and quickly turned his head.
At first glance, he and the tens of billions of Demon Slayer World audience who were also watching here.
Saw a young samurai with a single ponytail, wearing a grey-blue kimono, wooden clogs on his feet, and a long saber in his hand, slowly walking towards Master Yimi.
On the blade, a layer of Blue Energy visible to the naked eye was flowing.
"You are..."
Master Yimi subconsciously asked for the newcomer's identity.
"Ninja World, Land of Iron samurai, Tatekata. Please give me your guidance."
The samurai replied calmly.
Completely ignoring the Kabane that were now less than a hundred meters away, and had even become more agitated under the stimulation of the gore.
(End of this chapter)
